[Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor] Chapter 159/160 (Patreon)

The Ten-Year Plan outlined dozens of major construction projects, including the expansion of spaceports, the establishment of shipyards, and the construction of weapons manufacturing facilities.

One critical aspect of the plan was military development, covering forces such as the Imperial Guards, Adeptus Astartes, Adepta Sororitas, Storm Troopers, and the Navy.

The Adeptus Astartes Chapter, in particular, was progressing rapidly. Research into biological engineering was in its final stages, with small-scale human trials for genetic enhancements already underway.

Urth's approach to military organization was far more efficient than the Imperium's.

In the Imperium, military institutions operated independently, each with its own recruitment processes, objectives, and logistics. This created inefficiencies and, in the case of Space Marine Chapters, fostered excessive autonomy.

Many Chapters acted like independent kingdoms, with their own homeworlds and self-sufficient supply chains. This autonomy increased the likelihood of rebellion, as history had repeatedly shown.

In contrast, Urth's armed forces were unified under the Department of War, ensuring seamless coordination and mutual support.

Each division served the greater purpose of supporting the Savior, Eden, with distinct roles rather than hierarchical superiority.

This streamlined communication, centralized command, and eliminated interdepartmental rivalries.

The main forces included:

Storm Troopers: Ground forces, commanded by Arye.

Navy Fleet: Space forces, commanded by Kaes.

Void Angels: Adeptus Astartes Chapter, led by Duke.

Battle Sisters: Adepta Sororitas, led by Maya.

Auxiliary personnel, such as Ecclesiarchal priests and Mechanicus tech-priests, were integrated into these units as needed.

With the command structure in place, Eden delegated military operations to the Department of War. They managed everything efficiently, allowing Eden to focus on strategic planning.

After reviewing their reports, Eden noted:

The Storm Troopers were rapidly expanding, both in standard infantry and elite Storm Soldiers.

The Navy, under Kaes, was still organizing personnel and refurbishing decommissioned Defense Fleet vessels.

The Battle Sisters, under Maya, were diversifying their orders.

New non-militant orders included:

Healers' Order: Composed of surgeons, doctors, and nurses.

Stewardship Order: Advising and serving high-ranking officials, researchers, and noble families.

Linguistic Order: Specializing in translating Imperial dialects and studying xenos languages.

The Void Angels, led by Duke, were undergoing genetic enhancements. Progress was promising, with remarkably low fatality rates during the augmentation process.

Satisfied with the progress, Eden decided to leave these tasks to the experts.

Eden's control over Urth was unparalleled. Through the psychic network and the citizen rank system, he could issue commands with unparalleled efficiency.

For example, Eden could directly order a specific worker in the lower hive. The AI would ensure the secret order was delivered discreetly.

This level of authority made Eden akin to a deity, with the entire territory bending to his will.

"Alright, that's enough work for today."

After reviewing a few more documents, Eden stretched and turned off his cogitator.

"Governor, your afternoon tea," Linda, the head maid, announced as she entered.

The maids placed a luxurious tea set on the table and then departed, leaving Eden to relax.

The Spire Estate's culinary standards had recently been upgraded. A dedicated farm now supplied the freshest fruits, vegetables, meats, and spices, all of exceptional quality.

The Agricultural Institute constantly refined their techniques to produce hardier, higher-yielding, and tastier crops and livestock.

Linda stood behind Eden, gently massaging his shoulders—her favorite task.

As the head maid, Linda rarely concerned herself with the outside world. Her universe revolved around the Spire Estate, a microcosm that felt like a small city.

The estate housed tens of thousands of carefully selected personnel, many of whom came from families that had served the estate for generations.

For them, serving Eden was a privilege and a dream fulfilled.

"How's the pressure?" Linda asked softly.

"Perfect," Eden replied, savoring the massage.

Eden's physical enhancements were subtle, retaining the human form while enabling temporary psychic amplification during combat.

Unlike the Primarchs, who wore cumbersome armor and often sacrificed basic human pleasures, Eden chose to enjoy life.

He couldn't imagine enduring the discomfort of sitting in an office while clad in heavy plate armor.

After years of relentless conflict, Urth was finally enjoying a period of stability. Eden saw no harm in indulging in some well-deserved luxury.

As he savored a bite of berry ice cream, a thought crossed his mind—the Emperor.

The Emperor, eternally bound to the Golden Throne, endured endless torment.

"What a tragedy," Eden muttered, his eyes misting over.

Someday, he vowed, he would find a way to liberate the Emperor and offer him the retirement he deserved.

Eden took another bite of macaron and popped open a can of chilled soda, specially developed by the Food Research Institute.

He chuckled, recalling the chaotic experiments involving insect-cattle meat.

Parasitic larvae scurrying across the lab had prompted Eden to demand a separate research facility for such projects.

"I don't want parasites leaping out of my soda," he thought with a shudder.

After finishing his meal, Eden lounged on the sofa for a while before standing up.

"Time for a stroll!"

He decided to visit the Loyalist Academy and observe the future of Urth.

(End of Chapter)

Eden traveled in his hovercar, passing by majestic statues and sacred buildings. Along both sides of the road, workers were planting flowers, shrubs, and trees as part of a massive landscaping project.

Some of the towering trees, over ten meters high, required heavy machinery for planting.

These trees were products of the Botanical Research Institute and were more than just decorative.

The institute had tapped into the Little Sun's energy through specialized conduits, using it to cultivate plants and even infuse them with its unique properties.

These plants exhibited a faint resistance to pollution—a testament to the early stages of their research.

When Eden first learned of these developments, he was astonished.

He had never imagined that the energy from the Little Sun could have such transformative effects.

The implications for agriculture were enormous: greater resilience and higher yields.

However, related crop development was still in progress. Eden could only hope for success in the near future.

He couldn't help but imagine his future titles:
God of Fertility and Growth, Lord of Life.

Truly, he was a Savior—a golden sun in the Warp!

Due to high costs, the first batch of special plants was planted exclusively within the Spire Estate. Gradually, they would spread throughout the upper hive and beyond.

This landscaping initiative was just one of many long-term projects.

As the hovercar sped down Triumphal Avenue, it passed under a massive volcanic rock archway, a deep red relic of a bygone era.

Standing tens of meters high, the ancient archway bore the marks of time, its origins dating back to the feudal era before the Gong Empire.

Beyond the Spire Estate, the city resembled a sprawling construction site, with the sounds of heavy machinery filling the air.

The upper hive's transformation was in full swing. Many towering buildings bore bright red demolition marks several meters high.

Eden glanced at the signs and mused:
"Demolition is good.

I used to dream of my old, dilapidated home getting demolished. Now, after pulling an all-nighter playing Warhammer, here I am…"

The demolition project encountered little resistance.

Even the families displaced from their homes had no complaints—many were overjoyed.

These families received substantial compensation in credits, enough to ease their struggles for decades.

Some of them would ascend to citizen status far sooner than ordinary workers, securing better futures for their descendants.

While they might one day reminisce about living in the future holy ground of the upper hive, for now, they celebrated the chance for a fresh start.

Fifteen years ago, the great catastrophe and chaos had created unprecedented opportunities for social mobility.

Countless lower-hive refugees had entered the upper hive, many becoming the backbone of the Kingdom.

Arye, commander of the Storm Troopers, was a prime example.

Once a lower-hive resident, Arye had risen to become one of Urth's most influential figures.

After the demolition, most citizens would return to the lower hive, reclaiming their original places in society.

Above, the Void Shields occasionally shimmered with energy.

Beams from Void Lances pierced the heavens, striking unseen targets in the void.

The Adeptus Mechanicus crews were constructing and fine-tuning the defense system, laying the groundwork for a multi-layered defensive array.

"Let's take that route," Eden instructed, pointing to a demolition zone.

The hovercar turned toward a shantytown where workers dismantled structures with the help of machinery.

Looking at the familiar site, Eden was overcome with emotion.

His first inspection of the territory, accompanied by Bayev, had brought him here.

Back then, the people lived in extreme poverty and hunger.

Many couldn't afford even a single meal of corpse-starch per day, often dying of starvation in the streets.

Their eyes held only despair, numbness, fear, and even hatred.

Eden had witnessed people collapse from hunger, their bodies dragged away by black-armored logistics soldiers to be processed for moisture and bio-protein extraction.

At the time, he was powerless to change anything.

Now, everything was different.

Workers paused momentarily to glance at the Governor's golden hovercar.

They suppressed their excitement, offering brief salutes filled with reverence and hope before resuming their tasks.

According to the Labor Manual, individuals were permitted to salute the "Sole Exalted One" under certain circumstances, but prolonged interruptions were discouraged.

True gratitude and respect were demonstrated through hard work and fulfilling one's duties.

The workers' diligence reflected a newfound hope.

They no longer starved and could provide for their families through honest labor.

They knew that decades of hard work could elevate them to citizen status, granting access to better resources.

By working even harder, they could secure brighter futures for their children.

Among them were war prisoners without citizenship.

These individuals worked with unmatched enthusiasm, knowing that success in their labor would earn them citizenship.

When people believed their efforts would be rewarded, they became exceptionally motivated—especially in the brutal crucible of the galaxy.

Eden smiled with satisfaction:
"I've built a society where wages are paid on time and overtime is always compensated!"

Thanks to the psychic network, all payroll was tracked and distributed instantly. Delayed or unpaid wages were a thing of the past.

Apart from Eden, no one could interfere with this system.

After reminiscing for a moment, Eden ordered the hovercar to engage flight mode, accelerating toward his destination.

Soon, the hovercar arrived at the Loyalist Academy.

Beyond its grand, intricately carved gates, Eden's gaze was drawn to a magnificent, sacred statue towering above the campus…

(End of Chapter)

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